(photo: Ren Rebadomia)
seen, but not heard
born unwanted
children under the stairs
crust of bread
if you are good
but only
if you are good
spiders and shadows
are your friends
dust engravings
make art
cracks of light
on lucky days
imagination
keeps you whole
stay strong,
darling ones
someone will rescue you
I hope
you will no longer be
children under the stairs
Suburban Hobo 
Yes, we hope.
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This breaks my heart for I know “Children Under the Stairs.”
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There are so many.
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Excellent poem.
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Thank you.
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So welcome, Erica. I have so much in my heart to write, but it’s too close to home. 😦
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I understand, Kim. I avoid certain areas too.
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🙂
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I have taught some of these children..They break my heart. Thank you for your sensitivity toward thews ones who are unseen, unnoticed , and unloved.
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Yes, I have taught some of them too.
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Very powerful and moving.
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Thank you, Mary.
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